Lily liked a lot of things about James.
There was the way he ruffled his hair, a habit that she had always wondered where he picked up. He sang in the shower when he thought no one was listening, his terrible voice echoing along the bathroom walls.
She liked the way he held her. He would whisper stupid things in her ear when she felt nervous or he would hold her hand when she felt weak. He kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered and spoke to her as if she were some precious gem.
He always touched her hair and, though she usually swatted his hand away, she loved the way it felt. Sometimes he would just watch her without saying a word and while that used to bother her, now it only made her want to enter his mind to see what he was so thoughtful about.
Lily loved the way he could read her like an open book. She loved the way he would go out of his way to do ridiculous things to make her laugh. She loved the way he said her name, how the word rolled off his tongue, making it sound like some exotic sound.
Then there was the way he was with Harry. The gentle tone of voice he would use or the concern in his eyes when Harry cried at night. She liked the way James was still shocked to see that Harry looked like him or when he saw Harry's emerald eyes and told Lily that they matched her own. James was adorable in the way that he couldn't comprehend that Harry was his son and that Lily was his wife.
He made her feel special and important. She loved the way he would always ask her for advice or claim he didn't know how to tie his tie when she had seen him do it on multiple occasions.
She loved loving him and she loved knowing that he loved her.